Human Socializing Apparently Involves Violence[Kendo]

The battle started rather quickly so much so Dansen had almost no time to prepare. The key word however was almost and the pace of the match was not on him to decide and besides that he had given his opponent the first move not as a simple gesture of friendship but as a lure to see where the other guy would look to hit first. Dansen had seen the way the boy held his sword as he rushed into the first attack, his movement was impressive but all a bit to rigid and without much flavor that could make the move like a feint or any other move. "He's going full force, looking to get a hit immediately well I would give credit if he wasn't so obvious." Dansen had guessed the boy had some skill and for all intents and purposes his moved made him seem much more than a novice but he would need more than just rushing tactics to beat the avid game-master.

As the boy reached Dansen and prepare to attack the waiting gambler watched as he saw the move the boy was preparing come to light "Going for Kote-Uchi huh?" Dansen prepared for the boy in the only way he knew he would have the advantage. His movement towards the other boy was swift, swifter than anyone who had just been complaining about the armor they were wearing should have been, a ruse to give the boy a sense of superiority over Dansen but the young gamer had done enough training to move around well enough in the armor and his natural speed despite his lack of stamina in most cases helped him out to dodge to the side of Aaron's attack making it so his forward momentum would keep him from making to much trouble for Dansen to counter.

Above all the mistakes Aaron had made it was looking to get the first and definitive strike. Dansen was no stranger to a fight, he knew his way around a street fight and out there you had to be clever to get around your opponent. Aaron was to orthodox in his style of combat his footwork gave away the acts he had yet to do, it was only a matter of time before Dansen's tricky nature shined through against him. "In combat the one who strikes first usually looks to strike last..." Dansen readied his weapon as he slid to the right of the other boy with almost graceful speed "But in Kendo the guy who strikes first is just dying to get countered." Dansen finished his lecture as he tried to make a play on Aaron's head protector looking for a Men-Bu strike.

"Humans...are so slow..."

He wouldn't need more. There was ultimately a flaw with his opponent's philosophy and approach and it was the assumption that Arondight for some reason did not have control of his faculties. He wasn't wildly charging forward, he wasn't aimlessly swinging for hits. Every move was precise, if direct, and the assumption that his forward momentum was so much that it could not be adjusted at a speed in which he could react to a circling maneuver was preposterous. Circular movements were not uncommon in kendo and it was nothing Arondight was not familar with from his studies. Not to mention the obvious flaw in his philosophy on pro-activeness in a fight. The advantage was never with the counter attacker. His opponent was reacting to Arondight more than Arondight was reacting to him, consequently, potential outcomes are decided by Arondight. His opponent needs to react to him and try to wrest control of the situation back from the android and quite frankly, humans just weren't fast enough to do that. With his opponent's logic, anything Arondight did happens in a vacuum and he can't react to his opponent's move, especially since his opponent made no actual effort to stop Arondight from moving or really even through his balance off, he simply...moved. That wasn't nearly enough to do a damn thing to Arondight, even if he was the same pathetic meatsack that his opponent was.

As soon as the boy circled around and his hands raised to perform the Men hit, Arondight's front foot planted firmly in to the ground and his center of gravity dropped before the anchored foot kicked off, springing Arondight toward his opponent with the majority of his synthetically enhanced speed, getting inside and close enough that if his opponent continued his attack, the only thing that'd make contact with Arondight's head would be his elbows as the mechanical boy quickly swung his weapon toward his opponent's side with the same blistering speed that he caused the distance between them to evaporate with. His opponent would have to do something more clever and unorthodox than "circle" if he hoped to beat Arondight.

"This guy..." Dansen had underestimated the reaction speed of Aaron he had gone through with his counter but the strange boy had taken steps to seemingly wrest control over situation back over to himself, when Dansen had moved to make an attack the boy was already in position to defend himself from the Men hit and was already prepared with a counter attack of his own, as Dansen had put his sword to the task of taking the first hit he was surprised by his opponent's speed and the distance he covered so unnaturally with it.

The boy had made Dansen Men hit ineffective at that point, the only thing that would hit would be Dansen's body and that would be ineffective as well his silent opponent had seemingly set a closed loop that would end with Dansen being hit to the side as the boy's sword swung with the same unnatural and alien speed that his legs had carried before. It seemed a hopeless situation, but Dansen was not one to give up as he had made steps to avoid such an occurrence of another move coming from the strange boy. He had not expected his Men-bu to work so easily as simply moving away from his opponent and hitting, so the young gambler had reacted slowly to move for the attack his strike was only primed by the time that Aaron was already on him and with his realization that the attack would not work Dansen move subtly from his opponent to open some distance between them as Aaron had closed the gap however the young man moved faster and more obviously than he had wished still surprised by the other's speed.

When the blow to his side came however Dansen was more prepared than before, the other boy's speed was impressive but to reveal such speed so easily was to leave your advantage to the opponent's planning. Dansen had been conservative as he moved and tried to let Aaron move as he wished but when the attack from the side looked to draw closer to a hit Dansen moved his weapon to the side Aaron had made efforts to hit. He could not use the natural two handed style so he moved his hand to his strong hand to block the incoming blow. "Your speed is admirable, but though you can move with such great speed your strikes suffer from a keen-eyed opponent being able to set a block before you can swing." Dansen said this as the two weapons clashed together and he looked to his opponent. "Your weapon is suppose to be an extension of yourself but for you... Its different.." Dansen kept the attack at bay but now he was waiting for his opponent to make another move to see if he could get on the offensive.

Arondight was not sure where this guy was finding so much time for the pointless monologues, but he sure did some very, very confusing things. While his decision to switch to one hand was unorthodox and if Arondight wasn't already in the process of swinging when his opponent dropped a hand, he probably would have backed away in confusion, but the man's decision was very very odd. In Fencing and with a more nimble, lighter weapon like a Epee or Saber, the focus is always on redirecting and deflecting attacks. The small, lighter weapon utilizes mobility and flexibility to redirect energy away. A Boken, or wooden sword that they were using now, was a much heavier weapon and was not at all suited for one handed fighting simply because the added weight cut down on the speed and flexibility required for one handed sword fighting forms, especially when it was trying to be used as a block. The only time where power is greater with one hand is when the sword is wielded like a whip, generating extra kinetic force at the tip, trying to block with one hand was just...well...not wise, even if he was more comfortable with it. Even if Arondight didn't possess a massive advantage in terms of strength over normal humans, attempting to block a heavy handed blow like the one Arondight assailed him with, one handed, and with a heavier object that is meant to be wielded with two, was just a horrible, horrible idea. His opponent simply did not have physics on his side for this little altercation and Arondight was going to use that against him.

Utilizing his position and point of leverage coming up against his opponent's block, Arondight slid his sword slightly down along his opponent's as they clashed and muscled through the block, applying a heavy amount of force directly to his opponent's wrist. Without his opponent's second hand to help stabilize his block, his wrist had no chance of staying strong against that level of force and would inevitably be pushed far away and his arm would be swung back and away, even if Arondight wasn't fully utilizing his enhanced sense of brute strength. As his strike easily battered away his opponent's block, Arondight placed his front foot in between his opponent's legs and while his opponent was most likely dealing with his block being brushed away like a fly, Arondight would twist his wrist slight to re-position the tip of his weapon before violently thrusting it up at his opponent's neck guard, performing powerful close range Tsuki hit. Short of his opponent trying to kick him or claw or grab at him with his now free hand, Arondight was not sure how his opponent could possibly evade at this range against his speed and short of some miracle happening, Arondight had most likely taken the first point and done so in a rather painful fashion for his opposition. After the result of the strike, Arondight would pivot on his front foot and push off, springing away from his opponent and putting distance between the two, keeping his sword in front of him and prepared for any shenanigans after the fact.

"This is wrong, so very wrong..." The young man thought this to himself as he had been pushed and taken aback by his opponent. The attack had come quick and fast but the power behind it was now... Inhuman? That was the only word for it, the power from each blow seemed more than a normal person could use especially someone as small as Aaron. The boy was something else, but not in the same way an expert would be like, Dansen had a knack for reading people or at least guessing their moves or what they would do next but with this new guy... "There is no air about him... His power, his movement even the way he acted when he got here, its not right?!"

Dansen did not have much choice to move at this point, he was not in his natural element and his opponent had seemingly read ahead of every move there was no fun or enjoyment in the way he acted he was so lifeless but forceful it felt more like Dansen was being hit by a brick wall. "This is no good I can't see him letting up on this obnoxious assault anytime soon..." Dansen had thought this with a troubled heart, he had hoped not to end his game with such a maneuver but his opponent was not seemingly the type to see this as a game or a sport... More like a death match.

Dansen had only one choice but it was at least enough to spill past an attack as well as not reveal anything of his style in front of any of his competitors. In this case Dansen did literally just that... He slipped. "Whoa!" His exclamation became apparent as he stepped back seemingly in fear of the attack but then his footing seemingly came apart after being rather solid for the most part and for the eagle-eyed of those in the club it would be a bit more apparent that Dansen may have just taken a dive but his subtle yet comedic act of falling with his head back made most of those who were watching look in shock as Dansen fell and made no sound for a few seconds then became animate again saying rather quietly "Oww that hurt a bit..." Sighs of relief could be heard from a few of the members and as Dansen sat up after he had hoped his opponent would relent in his assault he opened up his face mask and said "Let call it there shall we I may have a slight headache..." It wasn't the most gracious of exits but it was more of a challenge to the opponent basically declaring 'You didn't beat me I did...' It he would feel cowardly but his opponent had a bit more he was hiding than he let on and it made the young gambler all the more suspicious of the new guy.

Tsurinai Naito watched the Kendo spar with narrowed eyes. Something was quite strange about this spar. The silver haired student couldn't comprehend why one would attempt to block such a powerful blow, and instead attempt deflection using the attacker's momentum against them. Perhaps Sukamada was overestimating his own skill, or perhaps he was simply underestimating his opponent. Regardless of the outcome, Naito's indifferent expression did not change as Sukamada fell to the ground, and the newcomer stood strong. Regardless of a trying to save face, Sukamada made the wrong move, and most likely would have found himself on the losing side of the bout regardless. His opponent, though not entirely brimmed with finesse, was superior in this short bout. Tsurinai could see this, and anyone with any common knowledge of Kendo would be able to see this aswell. The silver haired student wouldn't say a word, however. His unruly hair would fall down over his right eye, but his left eye was narrowed and focused upon the newcomer that had claimed his victory. "Interesting display." There was no praise, nor condescension in Tsurinai's tone. It was just.. nothing. Was he not impressed with the short bout? Was he not upset with Sukamada's performance? It was surely hard to read at this point. No matter, the Kendo Club captain would shake his hands and pop out infront of Naito to take control of the situation. Hibiki was a rather interesting fellow with how enthusiastic he could become. "Woah, that was pretty amazing, Aaron-kun! If you want to join the team, you're totally in! Sugoiii!" The Captain pumped his fist up and down with clear excitement, but Naito would continue to watch on with narrowed eyes. Something felt rather off here...

Of course the members of the club began to praise the two who were in the spar, but still Tsurinai was quiet. Aaron had basically been widely accepted into the team, which was quite wonderful. They needed more members that had atleast some skill. But Naito wasn't entirely sure if this newcomer was an ally or a threat. After all, with such skill he could put up a challenge in a bout. Though, he didn't have the same powers as Tsurinai now did he? The power of a Persona was out of his reach. Well, atleast that's what Naito figured. He had no idea this "Aaron" fellow was created for the purpose of destroying Shadows now did he? Whatever the case, he would finally speak up after his moment of silence. "Well done, Aaron. I see a future for you here on our Kendo Team. Tell me, when did you start training with the sword? Your form is interesting." Tsurinai pinched his chin between his index finger and thumb while raising a single brow. Honestly, something in his gut was telling him he was missing something here. But there was no way he could guess someone wasn't even human, though he had met many Shadows in his time. Shadows couldn't leave Limbo right? And he never encountered an Android before, so his suspicions about Aaron didn't even cross that barrier. Perhaps he was just a strange kid.

Arondight's eyes narrowed slightly through the face mask as he saw his opponent forfeit his footing for the sake of saving face, having fallen flat on his ass to avoid Arondight's Tsuki. That was another...strange human concept. Falling in a Kendo match in the manner his opponent just did was still essentially conceding the point to Arondight, so his objective was completed either way and the robot had effectively "won" because of it...was his opponent's maneuver in order to avoid injury? The throat guards were sufficient and while Arondight had indeed put a far bit of force in to his blow, it wasn't enough that he would have caused anything but a small bit of pain for the human. Nothing that would be permanently damaging. Perhaps it was because he did not understand the concept of pain and was incapable of being afraid of it as a result that he did not understand the human's reaction. Granted, he was still just learning the concept of pride and while his opponent's rather unceremonious evasion tactic was quite possibly embarrassing for him, it was very well possible that Arondight was misunderstanding the concept. Perhaps running away and cowardice wasn't so damning a concept around humans as he was initially led to believe.

As the words left the lips of the only person in the room that Arondight had deemed legitimately relevant, the android turned his attention away from Dansen's prone form on the ground and leveled his stoic glare back on Naito. Arondight assumed he was referring to the man on the ground, because Arondight's display was hardly interesting. He performed in textbook fashion to every single move his opponent made. He wasn't sure how that was interesting...it was predictable, easily defined, observable...to Arondight it was the closest he had ever come to understanding the concept of boring. The boy's eyes did not waver as the other senpai bounded his way over and started frantically lapping praise on to Arondight's abilities. He too was not that interesting and while he noted that his acceptance in to the Kendo club, it was sort of lost on him at the moment. It was good for his continued investigation in to the human populace and their concepts of emotion but it was hardly his most pressing matter of concern, the one known as Naito was troubling him. Arondight was faster and stronger than he should be and he should have done a better job holding back those attributes in order to blend in to the world around him, but it really should not have aroused such suspicion from his classmates, at least not yet. Was he just naturally a paranoid person or did he know something he shouldn't?

As he finally spoke again, Arondight continued to stare at him, again perplexed by the word interesting. What was interesting about it? It was the proper way to perform a Kendo match was it not? He had observed every material available and had deduced that it was the most applicable for being correct. Why was the correct answer interesting? Humans were so weird. To his question though, Arondight considered lying. It would give him good practice in empathizing with humans and understanding their need for untruths, but at the same time, it was a despicable practice. The machine already felt guilty for the lies he had already told, another emotion he would have to explore at a later date, and he wasn't going to spread more unless it was absolutely necessary. Arondight glanced down at Dansen, as if he were thinking, before he lowered his weapon, flicking his wrist gently to twirl the wooden sword before catching it and extending the handle toward Naito. Their little sparring match had lasted about a dozen seconds and consequently, the question had an answer.

"I have been practicing for twelve seconds, rounded to the nearest whole number."

"Twelve seconds? What does that even..."

Dansen was at first perplexed by the strange boy's words but no more than anyone else there, the sentence only really made sense in the context that he had just started training here a few seconds ago, but the mystery boy was still an unknown point on the crossroads of life that Dansen was now standing in front of. "Hmmm this kid sure is spooky... and a little bit of a mystery in his own right" A sly smile reached his lips as he looked upon the other first year "A mystery! What other game could be more fun!" Dansen thought this to himself as he already decided upon his interactions with the new guy maybe be an investigatory sort in order to find what was behind his impressive strength and his otherwise strange and out of place behavior around others.

Dansen proceeded to kip-up with his armor still on in quite impressive fashion for someone who had just landed on his ass only a few moments ago "If I had such things like embarrassment to worry about then I would probably not have joined any sports club in the first place." The young man had very little in the way of caring about his self-image at least when it came to what people thought of him at the start he had no problem he very rarely felt embarrassed and saw any way to avoid damage or a hit to be fine in this regard, it was a mock battle not nearly major enough to warrant an all out battle.

As he went to retrieve his weapon he then noticed what he and Aaron had been using for the fight was a Bokken. "Hmm traditionally its a Shinai that is used in Kendo, I was so pumped up I picked up the same weapon as him without noticing...." He had wondered why the weapon was heavier in one hand than usually but his thinking must have gave away to his senses when he and Aaron where in the thick of it the battle may have gone the same way but a flexible weapon like the Shinai could have given some opportunities for more fun... Still that was the past and there was no use worrying over it. He went to the stand to take of the armor they were both using then moved over to his opponent who was crowded still by the seemingly adoring Kendo club "I'll concede Aaron though I've gotta say you pack a mean swing! felt like I was handicapped the entire time... Still I'm no sore loser and besides as Naito-senpai so eloquently says it never hurts to have a strong guy on the team" He put his hand out to shake with the other boy "I hope we both do our best in the long run..." Dansen waited for the mystery man to make his move hopefully he would get the gesture enough to at least be sportsman like about his victory.

The imperious second year would reach forward and grasp the handle of the wooden sword with a slightly quizzical expression. Twelve seconds, hm? Was this a joke? The approximate time taken to win the match was the same exact amount of time he had trained? What was this boy, a machine? Oh if only Tsurinai knew how close he was to the truth at this point. This student before him was rather strange, if not inhuman in how he interacted with the rest of the Kendo Club. For someone in the business of reading people, this of course bothered Naito that he couldn't get an extremely clear read from this individual. However, there was one thing he was sure of. This "Aaron" fellow was not lying about his twelve seconds comment. And rounded to the nearest whole number? Now he was speaking like some sort of calculator. It was obvious something was entirely wrong with this Aaron fellow, but Tsurinai over looked that with confidence. A thin smile came across the pale student's face as he tilted his head forward with a low laugh. Will skills such as these, perhaps this "Aaron" could serve a purpose in the near future. After all, his skills seemed to surpass the majority of the Kendo Club's, and his physical prowess was far surprising for his size. In reality, Tsurinai Naito had high expectations of the Kendo Club's newest member. Not only as a teammate, but a viable ally in his future merit driven world. Surely someone with such skill would have no problem living in a world based on power. At the same time, a thought did cross his head periodically. There was a chance this newcomer could have been the mysterious individual behind the disappearances in Ueitawa. That would mean they were adversaries... Naito would need to look into this firsthand to make sure his suspicions were not correct. "Ah... I see. No special training aside from the twelve seconds of combat here and now. Is that how you nurture your abilities...? A truly impressive young man. I have yet to see if this was simply luck, or a full dosage of skill, however."

Tsurinai's eyes would shift towards Sukumada as he showed sportsmanship by looking to shake the newcomer's hand. That was an interesting display. Through Naito's childhood, he hardly had the opportunities to show respect to his fellow man. Mostly because his family did not exactly have a high opinion of other people. Of course these family values brushed off on him. Regardless, the second year student would speak to both underclassmen. "I believe that's enough for this practice session. Not only have we gained a new member, but a competent one at that. Perhaps this Kendo team will go far. Of course, if we work to reach towards the top and claim it. Aaron and Sukumada, lend me your strength to make this goal a reality. I will take the talents slumbering within you and blossom them into a considerable force. I look forward to seeing how far both of you come to exceed my expectations." Did Tsurinai just praise both of them? Perhaps that was the case, which was rare. Being actively known as someone who was rather blunt with his words, perhaps there was some hope for the human race to seem competent enough to reach his good side. Kendo surely was one of the few ways to gain Tsurinai's respect. Especially when someone showed competence in the sport, and was not there simply to have something on a college application. Hopefully investing his time in Aaron and Sukumada would not lead to him wasting it. The two showed promise, but even promise ran dry if they did nothing with it. Latent ability or not, if they did not apply themselves then simply they had no place in his coming world. The Hierarchy.

With this all said, the silver haired student would give one final bow to his two teammates before handing the bokken over to Hibiki Kei. Once doing this, Naito would take his confident stride towards the exit of the gym. However, before leaving entirely he'd stop and give a few final words to both first years. "Don't disappoint me." And just like that, he exited the room with grace. Of course this was the start of a new era for the Kendo Club. Whether this was good or bad.. Well, that was for Naito to find out in the long run. For now he simply had high hopes.

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For the time being, they'd ignore that a Shinai was...a Boken and that the terminology Boken extends to the weapons used in the sport fighting known as Kendo, that lecture could be saved for later. For the time being, Arondight's interest in Kendo was waning rather quickly. If this was all there was to the sport then he was...well...bored. If he was capable of becoming drowsy from boredom like these humans were, he'd have probably fallen asleep. His opponent was dry, tired, boring, Arondight had learned more from watching the humans "Youtube" than he had learned from his first foray in to Kendo. If that was all this sport had to offer than he could spend his time better doing...anything else. No, that line of thought was premature. Arondight kept his eyes on Naito as the man spoke, questioning whether Arondight's display was luck or skill. The question confused or rather, the statement, confused Arondight. He wasn't really sure what was lucky about his performance. Did he believe it was luck that his opponent demonstrated the full depth of human cowardice and took a dive rather than accept his defeat head on? Was that how humans defined luck? The concept of luck was always an elusive on to Arondight, anything that wasn't calculable tended to be, but this did not fit any sort of definition he was familiar with. The insinuation was...upsetting. It made him angry. Was it anger? Was that what he was feeling? The proper recourse at the moment felt like it should be to grab the weapon and assail the one known as Naito. Why did he feel that way? It made no rational sense. Humans were annoying.

It was a good thing that this mask was on. Arondight had shown emotion across his features for the briefest of moments, a small sign that he might actually be human, somewhere in there, as Naito continued on his short little monologue about nurturing their talents. It was then that Arondight began experiencing another emotion, hubris. Based on the display he just witnessed...if Dansen was the benchmark for what he had to compete with amongst these humans then there was nothing for this Naito to nurture. The only perceived weakness for the android was that it was not the most creative entity. It followed a rigid and practical thought process that did not afford much room for creativity. Creative thinking would need to be developed as he went, unfortunately, the humans didn't seem to be any more creative than he was...if anything they were just stupid. Very stupid. The only moves his very first opponent attempted was a very obvious circular move followed by attempting to block a heavy strike with one hand and failing rather laughably at it. Was this all he had to learn from humans? His human genocide contingency plan was looking more and more feasible by the second. Then the one known as Naito said something...interesting. Arondight wasn't sure how to describe it. He was never...expected to do anything before. It was a strange feeling. What would be disappointing to Naito? What could he do to avoid that? Wait, why did he even care?

It was then that Aron noticed, or perhaps simply decided to acknowledge, the hand outstretched to him as he processed the words the Dansen had spoken. He...did not like this human. There was something about Naito he was drawn to, the bluntness, the directness, the superiority. He was the closest human to what Arondight was that he had yet seen. If he wasn't made of so many fleshy bits and sloshing fluids, Arondight might actually hold some respect for him. This one however...this one was so normal, so like every other human. He was blind, deaf, and dumb and from what Arondight had seen thus far, had nothing to offer him. He had cheated in the game he was playing before their little exercise and now, he was lying again, this one was just a little more shameful. Arondight gently turned his eyes to look at Dansen, a sense of severity very blatantly emanating through the face guard as the small boy spoke, a dry sense of annoyance in his voice.

"How many excuses need to be made? From every definition I know of, a sore loser is someone who frequently makes excuses for why they lost. You had just as much chance for victory as I did and you did not use the tools you were given in order to accomplish that. You are the worst kind of human, you lie and when your deception cannot bring you victory, you lie some more to trivialize your defeat. If this is all you are, I have nothing to gain from you or your hand."

With that, Arondight turned and walked toward the exit, no one bothering to try and stop him and relieve him of his equipment both after that response and his demonstration of his physical capabilities and for the duration of his time with the club, this would be the norm. He wasn't going to risk changing in the dressing room any longer and they'd simply have to let him maintain his own equipment. Stopping for a moment at the door, Arondight turned back around to once more glare at Dansen...for once a hint of contempt creeping in to his voice instead of the monotone blandness that usually resided there. Six words left him before he stepped through the doorway and made his way back to his place of residence, the part of Kendo he found interesting having already left.

"Do the best of someone better."

[Exit]

The young strange man had exited as had Naito and the rest of the team had begun cleaning up as Dansen watch the other first year make a speech on excuses and lies, it had seemed that he had no classification of what was natural in humanity, he may have claimed that Dansen was a sore loser but he seemed more like a sore winner by making such a declaration, what was not improving his case was the fact as he left he made a comment to Dansen however all the young gambler could think was "Why is he leaving with the equipment still on?" Surely that was an oddity that the other boy could not cover up, he simply left the club with its equipment in tow. "Well that's gonna be hard to explain to the student council as an expense..... Wait? that's the captain' problem..."

Dansen proceeded to arrange the clubroom back in order with some of the others they were all talking about the new guy more than just about his skills but about his strange behavior and odd demeanor especially when speaking to Dansen. However some were simply talking shots at Dansen for losing, more specifically those that lost a bit of money to the young man from their games with him. "Well that guy beat you flat man, makes me think that any of us have a good shot too!" One of them claimed this to Dansen as he and his friends laughed at the accusation. It was not more than a split second later but the older student was stunned by the near arrival of an elbow to his temple, Dansen had stopped a few inches before the target to be sure not to injure him. The teen fell down as he noted first the near injury as well as the speed in which it took Dansen to get from him half way across the room, more than this he noted Dansen face as he looked down at him in an almost disappointed manner. "When you disrespect me you disrespect those that beat me as well, that's something I cannot abide..." The other boy nodded in seeming acceptance of what he was told as Dansen stretched and looked to exit after feeling he had done his part to clean up.

"Though I have to say if you practice Kendo the same way you play blackjack then I dare not think of the state that the team will be in by the next tournament..." His comment was rather condescending and as he looked to the door he did not hear anymore murmuring from others simply silent cleaning as they felt the mood for chat was over. As he exited the room though Dansen had a sly smile appear on his face when he thought of his opponent from only a half an hour ago. The thought of what he was or who he was made Dansen giddy, a mystery was the best kind of game with the most satisfying ending such a mystery only comes every few years and the identity of a person or their hidden secret made Dansen all the happier to investigate who or what the new boy was.

"Well Aaron.... Time to find out who you are..."

And with that the boy was gone out to solve a certain secret that came before him, or at least to do something to clear up his recent spat with boredom and keep the seas of mediocrity at bay for a bit longer.... It was only a matter of time.

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